Slipping away from abandonment, chaos, depression.
Dad returned, briefly, at fourth month, for baptism--
She was already long gone.
Always knew something was broken, missing,
No matter others' multiple reassurances.
Worked real hard for 70 3/4 years to repair and resolve--
To unknowingly remake a safe place for her.
Last week, at first an energy hovering over me;
Then she proofed into my core, my viscera,
To take up residence once again,
At last, she returned home, just in time.
Ann Beth Blake
(c) October 13, 2015